Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thuggin (feat. Lil Boosie & Lil Cali), artist - Nipsey Hussle. Album song Bullets Ain't Got No Name Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: All Money In No Money Out
Song language: English
Thuggin (feat. Lil Boosie & Lil Cali) |
Look, now I got |
Big burners on my lap, I ain’t gonna talk it out |
A rich killer, bet a thousand that I chalk him out |
Since I’m the most talked about, on this block I walk about |
Gotta keep that biscuit like Rosco’s Waffle House |
Last squabble, knocked him out |
Last shootout, shot him out |
Last nigga in the club talked shit, we stomped him out |
Champagne bottle to yo head like Steve Stout |
Makin' sure my enemies dead, that’s we ‘bout |
Makin' sure my peoples straight ‘fore I leave out |
Crooked letter-i-x-t-y what I scream out |
Wishin' I could break my niggas Black Sam and Steez out |
So we could back the matching black-on-black twelve-v's out |
My spot rollin', so as I get it I’m tellin' ‘em, «we out» |
My Glock loaded, if I show it, I’ma squeeze out, believe that |
Money on my mind, look I need that |
I’m pissin' Hennessy and Kush is what I breathe out |
Big money, big pistol’s how I’m comin' ‘cause I’m |
Thuggin', thuggin', thuggin', thuggin' |
You talkin' loud, but you ain’t sayin' nothin, bitch I’m |
Thuggin', thuggin', thuggin', thuggin' |
Fly ass sag, stupid ass swag, outfit’s sick, pocket full of cash |
Posted on the block, marijuana and the crack, bitch I’m |
Thuggin', thuggin', thuggin', thuggin' |
I’d like to welcome everybody to my state of mind |
Murder my enemies one at a time, bitch I’m on the grind |
Since I was small dog, man I been slangin' |
Runnin' though the alleyway, totin' AK’s |
A million ways to get paid, how you dog? |
You got a bike? |
You got a car? |
You got a yacht dog? |
You got a ‘Vette, or do you fly in a jet? |
I am ain’t mad get your money, represent your set |
Nigga’s ain’t learn the fuckin' g-code yet? |
Nigga snitch, you gon' die, how we rock on that Southside |
Yours lookin' at me crazy, my teeth don’t come out |
This ain’t no grill right here, me and my niggas pop pills |
And I ain’t afraid to say, pouring in the jungle, so nigga I ain’t scared |
Really thuggin with a? |
around his wrist |
I’m behind him in a Phantom with no shirt on in that bitch |
Big money, big pistol’s how I’m comin' ‘cause I’m |
Thuggin', thuggin', thuggin', thuggin' |
You talkin' loud, but you ain’t sayin' nothin, bitch I’m |
Thuggin', thuggin', thuggin', thuggin' |
Fly ass sag, stupid ass swag, outfit’s sick, pocket full of cash |
Posted on the block, marijuana and the crack, bitch I’m |
Thuggin', thuggin', thuggin', thuggin' |
All I know is the block and how to get it hard |
I serve it hard, flippers boy, I’m a whippa' boy |
Talkin' loud? |
Get your issue, I’ll whip you boy |
Christmas time all year, ‘cause I keep a toy |
Since Pac hollered, «Thug Life», shit, I been thuggin' |
That explains all these golds and why I’m mean muggin' |
The soft boss, when I talk, shit, it means somethin' |
Why’s you talkin' ‘bout what you did, but you ain’t seen nothin' |
Been a G, ‘fore the O, shit, I had a beef |
Known hood niggas who retired off of pushin' d |
Straight dog, ain’t no muafuckin puss in me |
I told the muafuckin' judge, «I ain’t rattin', throw the book at me» |
The g-code, what I live by, my own zone |
I’m headfirst, like puttin' muafuckin clothes on |
The lead burst down here in the traps |
That explains why we thuggin' like that |
Big money, big pistol’s how I’m comin' ‘cause I’m |
Thuggin', thuggin', thuggin', thuggin' |
You talkin' loud, but you ain’t sayin' nothin, bitch I’m |
Thuggin', thuggin', thuggin', thuggin' |
Fly ass sag, stupid ass swag, outfit’s sick, pocket full of cash |
Posted on the block, marijuana and the crack, bitch I’m |
Thuggin', thuggin', thuggin', thuggin' |